This coldness from her bones, Chen Pujia can't see it, but she can feel it, it's just that, as a person at Chen Pujia's level, she is not afraid.

Song Qinghua, who had touched a gray nose, hugged his fist at Hong Ximen and said, "Qinghua is useless." ”

With that, he turned and left.

Hong Ximen sighed, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

The woman who was in the spotlight when she came, but her back was gloomy when she went, made people feel an inexplicable sadness.

The wind and snow are getting more and more urgent.

Goose feather-like snowflakes fluttered, and the whole land was snow-white, covered in silver, decorating this magnificent mountain and river.

Song Qinghua walked out of the Hongmen Martial Arts Hall, suddenly stood up straight, exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, stretched out his hand, and let the snowflakes fall on his face, on the placket, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, where is the previous embarrassment?

Endless white snow, stretching far, far away.

In front of the Hongmen Martial Arts Hall, a group of people stepped on the snow.

Song Qinghua's eyes narrowed suddenly.

Look up.

There is a sword that breaks through the sea of clouds, entrainment of one of its wind and snow, and the sword intent is wanton and unbridled, and there is a tendency to pour back.

There are women in white like fairies.

Fluttering clothes.

Song Qinghua's pupils contracted suddenly, and his body quickly retreated at this moment, but it was too late, and that sword immediately blocked all Song Qinghua's retreats the moment it was handed out.

A sword came out, like ten thousand swords firing together, and the sword shadows were all over the sky.

Withdraw.

Retreat.

The fierce sword momentum is like a mountain and a river turning upside down.

When the real sword qi spans 30,000 miles, a sword light chills nineteen states.

Bang!

Song Qinghua had no way to retreat.

The sword qi rippled one after another, hitting Song Qinghua's chest.

The next moment.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

A continuous sound came, but seeing that Song Qinghua was like a kite with a broken string, the whole person broke the pillars of the six corridors at the moment when he flew out upside down.

Crash!

Hongmen Martial Arts Hall, tiles flying, a mess.

"Who?"

The movement outside immediately alarmed everyone in the Hongmen Martial Arts Hall, and the martial arts circles led by Chen Daotian and Hong Ximen immediately rushed out.

In a mess, I saw Song Qinghua lying on the corridor, coughing up a mouthful of blood violently, and the blood seeped into the snow-white snow, which looked inexplicably weird.

"The eldest disciple who makes the fox cover the sky, is it so unbearable?"

At this time, the woman in white put away her sword, stood proudly in the wind and snow, and shook her head gently.

This woman is the number one kendo master of the Black Sun Empire.

--Yanagawa chasing clouds.

She has fluttering clothes, stands with a sword, and her indescribable posture is chic, just like the female sword fairy in myths and legends.

Song Qinghua struggled to get up.

At this moment, this proud woman was furious.

She took a deep breath.

His left foot sank deep into the snow, and the whole person shot out like a sharp sword.

Call!

At the moment when Song Qinghua rushed out, Nangong Ao's big hand like a fan swept suddenly, suppressing Song Qinghua's strong offensive lightly, and then pushed, Song Qinghua took two steps back, originally angry and angry, but at this moment, it was like hitting cotton after accumulating strength.

"Shame on you. Nangong Ao sneered.

Song Qinghua was completely crazy.

Poof!

Song Qinghua spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the anger in his eyes ignited with rolling flames.

At this moment, Hong Ximen rushed forward and put one hand on Song Qinghua's shoulder, and a force suppressed Song Qinghua, who was about to run away.

Song Qinghua snorted coldly, took a deep breath, and his face turned red.

Aggrieved!

The eldest disciple of Linghu covers the sky, this time in Liaodong, the old lady and his sister are going to be famous.

Liu Chuan Chasing Yun stood proudly in the wind and snow, looking at Nangong Ao, a trace of surprise appeared on his delicate face, then shock, and finally ecstasy.

"Under Ye Guyu, Nangong Ao, the first person in Huaxia to use a sword?" Liu Chuan said.

"The number one master of kendo in the Black Sun Empire, Liuchuan chasing clouds!" Nangong is proud of his white clothes and white hair, freehand and graceful, he stands like that, and there is an invisible momentum.

The group walked into the Hongmen Martial Arts Hall.

Led by Osawano, then Mu Yiliu, followed by Abe Kawaharu with a sword, Inoue Steel Cannon of the Inoue family of the seventh dan of ninjutsu, Yumi Matsushita who holds the sword of the Yasukuni Shrine Zhensha, and Junji Ito, the god of killing.

The leaders of the martial arts world of the entire Black Sun Empire gathered in the Hongmen Martial Arts Hall.

Hong Ximen and Chen Daotian frowned quietly.

At this time, Da Zeye stepped forward, bowed respectfully to Hong Ximen, and said: "Master Hong, because of some unexpected circumstances, we, the Black Sun Empire, have specially requested that the agreed martial arts exchanges between the two countries be advanced. ”

Well?

Hong Ximen frowned, and was about to speak.

I saw Liuchuan Chasing Yun gently raised his hand, saluted Nangong proudly, and then turned to the Huaxia Samurai Regiment and said: "Liuchuan family, respect the Huaxia Great Sword Master, I am not here for the competition, before the two countries are in the competition, I beg you, let me appreciate the style of Huaxia swordsmanship first." ”

After speaking, Liu Chuan Chasing Yun saluted Nangong Ao again.

Nangong Ao frowned, turned his head to look at Chen Pujia who was in a wheelchair, his eyes swept to Liuchuan Chasing Yun, and said, "Go out and fight." ”

Hongmen Martial Arts Hall.

The snow on the cloister fell for some reason, and the frozen ice in front of the rockery suddenly exploded, and a koi jumped out of the ice.

Liu Chuan Chasing Yun and Nangong Ao swept their bodies almost at the same time, like a glimpse of floating light, and the two rushed out of the Hongmen Martial Arts Hall.

Snow is falling.

The wind and snow are getting more and more urgent.

Nangong Ao, the second person on the Dragon List.

Yanagawa Chasing Clouds, the first master of kendo in the Black Sun Empire.

It is also a well-deserved heir to the Yanagawa family, a descendant disciple of Yanagawa Qingyuan, along the way of the sword, Yanagawa chases the clouds for a while, and it is difficult for anyone in the entire Black Sun Empire to be able to come out on top.

In the midst of the snowstorm.

Yanagawa Chaiyun smiled.

A smile is as moving as the catkins flying in March.

In fact, she has long longed for a hearty kendo battle.

She had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Nangong Ao's face was expressionless, as the second person in the entire Huaxia sword under Ye Guyu, he shook his shoulders, and the long sword he was carrying fell and held it in his hand.

In the wind and snow, neither of them spoke.

A surging battle spirit continued to climb in the two of them.

How freehand is the man with the sword?

The battle of kendo is inevitably like pouring ink mountains and rivers, beautiful?

There is no answer.

The two of them slashed their swords almost at the same time, the sword qi was agitated, and the snow flew in the sky and fell on the entire heaven and earth in an instant, and the sword intent overflowed the entire heaven and earth.

White for white.

There is snow flying.

No one was there.

The man of the decisive battle has disappeared into the wind and snow.

When the Black Sun Empire Warrior Regiment and everyone in the Chinese martial arts community rushed to the place where Liuchuan Chasing Yun and Nangong Ao fought a decisive battle, they saw a blank of snow, and the two seemed to have disappeared between this heaven and earth.

Only.

A chilling sword gang is still stirring.

This scene stunned everyone.